Who We Might Be, and Probably Are

Jul 19, 2008 - 23:43 PM PST

We walk amongst lost faces
Faded into the shadow cast of the people they represent

We men and women, children
Masks welded to our skeletons

All have felt frigid cold crawling, creeping in our skin
Seeping in with the assumptions of who we might be, and probably are

Two seconds of interaction
Come
And went in a passing glance

We all struggle to constantly keep the mask intact

The history of a peoples
Placed as fact
Disassociating "us" from "we"
Turning "we" into "they"

The perceptional partition
Strengthens a system
Hell bent on collating a manmade perdition

But who am I
To question the norm
That I, do in fact, follow?

Hell, I’m about to say
“Fuck making a difference, I’m takin a nap
I can start that shit tomorrow”

In a world full of
Be this,
Like that,
To here,
At all times

Ever present is the illusion
Trading in the truth
For what ever happens to make the machine run that day

Be it fear, apathy, confusion

But, if you see behind the bullshit
There is only one conclusion

Change just don’t happen
By somebody saying
“It’s time to start a movement!”

You have to get up every day
Ready to do battle
And move with it